PART SEVEN
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"Another round boys?" I asked the square table of Andy Bellefleur, Hoyt Fortenberry, and my brother Jason.
Andy raised his hand up and shook his head, "Diet Coke."
"Beer for us," Jason said, leaning back in his chair.
I raised an eyebrow, then moved my head in a single nod and walked toward the bar where Tara, finally back to work, was pouring Grey Goose into a glass.
"Look at you, walkin' around like you just won the god damn lottery," Tara winked.
I was so relieved she wasn't upset when I told her I was seeing Eric. Of course she cursed me out, called me stupid and irresponsible and "completely motherfuckin' crazy," but, ya know, she does that a lot so it's no biggie. We talked for a while, and she understood that Eric and I had true feelings for each other, although she did tell me to be careful.
I smiled a bright smile. "I need a pitcher of Bud light for Jason and Hoyt."
She reached for the pitcher then pulled the draft. "So where is that vampire boyfriend of yours?"
"A business meeting," I shrugged.
She raised an eyebrow. "What kinda business has he got goin' on besides sittin' on a throne in the middle of Fangtasia?"
"Tara Thornton, Eric is a very busy man. Why, he's always got to oversee things at the bar, plus he's a Sheriff."
"Mmmhhhmm," she mumbled and slid the pitcher across the bar.
"What exactly are you talkin' about?" I asked putting a hand on my hip, and noticing that Lafayette was approaching us.
"Have you seen your man? Well, I don't know if you've noticed or not, but he's real fuckin' good lookin'. And a vampire," Tara exclaimed.
"And baby, that ain't a good combination in no man, especially if he a dead man," Lafayette added.
Here they go again.
"You two! I am about sick of it! Eric and I are as serious as a heart attack, and he is not going to cheat on me!"
I stormed off and the rest of the night wasn't filled with the same witty chemistry between all of us. Sam and I closed up the bar and he followed me to my little yellow vehicle, his hands stiff in the pockets of his tight-fitting jeans.
"So...you wanna talk about the fight you and Tara and Lafayette had?" he asked.
"No, Sam, I really do not. I've already got a lot of completely insane aspects to my life, and all I could ever ask for in a friend is that they be there for me. And obviously, Lafayette and Tara are too catty to do that."
He stopped in front of me and put a hand gently on my shoulder, his eyes sympathetic. "I'll be here for you, Sook."
I smiled weakly. "I know, Sam. I know."
He patted me on the back before I got into my car and drove off to Eric's house.
*****************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************I tapped on the door to Eric's lavish home and waited for a moment. He told me he was taking a few days off to "take care of some issues" but I didn't bother to ask. I can't even imagine all the grotesque things he has to witness as sheriff. It's all so dark and secrative, and I don't want to be a part of it. I don't want him to be a part of it. I tapped a little louder. Still nothing. I bunched my hand into a fist and struck the door a loud, deep three times. Nothing. But I knew he was inside, as all windows on the first level were lit up by candlelight. I decided to skip formalities and just go in. I found the door was unlocked, and stepped into his home, which was very chic and dark, filled with things both modern and ancient. I made my way to his personal library, the room he was in most of the time, but the noise I heard was something rather unsettling. It was the moans of a man and a woman.
The man, obviously him. The woman....? I didn't even want to know. I felt frozen in time and space. Paralyzed with disappointment and hurt. Those four stupid little words that had been uttered to me shot through my head over and over like a migraine. I told you so. Who was behind that oak door, sighing and grunting with the same pleasures my Viking had given to me earlier that morning? Who the hell was this bitch? Then, at that moment, I realized that the question wasn't Who the hell is this bitch? Because those moans and groans and sighs and pants were not coming from one woman's mouth. Oh my God. Eric Northman is having a threesome. Now I was more than upset. I was fucking livid.
When I flung the door open, I was shocked, though not in the same way I thought I would be. Lying on a chaise was a young girl, probably still in her teens, with strawberry blonde hair, her perfect perky breasts presenting hardened nipples, her back arched upward in pleasure. Between her legs was the head of Queen Sophie-Ann, and at her neck, with his hand cradling her head, was Eric. Both vampires were naked, Sophie-Ann's bottom plump and sticking out in the air, and Eric's muscular physique encompassing the strawberry blonde girl's body. It all became clear what was happening when both vampires, as well as the human, looked up at me, Eric and Sophie-Ann with blood on their lips and chins.
"Oh....my....G-" I started.
"Miss Stackhouse. Eric and I were just having a little business meeting. I decided I'd bring lunch," Queen Sophie-Ann shurgged with a sarcastic smile.
"Sookie...you should not have walked in on us like this," Eric said through his alabaster fangs.
I stood, flabbergasted. The young woman lying on the chaise trembled as Eric's hand carressed her breast.
"Why....Why am I so surprised?" I said to my own embarrassment as tears started to form in my eyes. "You've just managed to make me look like a complete fool."
"Sookie, you must understand this situtation is very hard to explain," Eric said as Sophie-Ann approached him.
Sophie-Ann's wet tongue traced Eric's fangs and her hand found his hard member in a tight squeeze. "Mmm, Viking. Perhaps I missed a man's touch after all," she said erotically.
I couldn't breathe. I felt faint, almost. But moreso, I felt absolutely deceived. Of course he would do something like this to me. Of course he's a thousand year old, God-like, gorgeous vampire. How stupid of me to expect that he'd be monogamous. How stupid of me to think that he meant it when he said he loved me. I turned on the heel of my white sneaker and ran out of the house as fast as my legs would let me. There was no struggle between Eric and I. I'm sure he simply kept letting Sophie-Ann and whoever the human was please him, and vice versa. As I ran to my car, my clothes became soaked with rain water that now poured from the humid sky. I didn't even wipe my face off as I got into my car, inserted the key, and stomped the excellerator to the floor of my car. A million things ran through my head so quickly that I couldn't even focus on a single thought. That is, until I saw the headlights of a car, heard the loud shriek of a horn, the damp squeaking of my breaks, and then, the collision of metal. My senses were gone then. Everything, black.
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Sorry to do this to you, I just wanted to separate the chapters that included this incident, as well as another incident coming in Chapter 8. Thanks for the reviews, keep 'em coming!!!
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Jaclina 3